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Year: 1996
St Christopher School
Hi my name is Noreen and I lived in Farnham for quite a few years. I was actually born in Ash. As you go past the library, from the town centre, there used to be a private school called St Christopher, where I worked for a good few years. I started as washer up but progressed to main chef. Sadly the school closed in 1999. I had many happy memories of Farnham and working there. Last edited: 16/09/2008 09:06 by Noreen Simons |
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Farnham
My great aunt Carrie (Wills) was born in Farnham and lived at No1 Bratton Villas all her life. Her father worked as a carriage upholsterer and all the children were born in the house, which was a small 2/3 bedroomed terrace. When I was a child we always visited to watch the airshow. She had a range and a scullery and an outside toilet, and also a tin bath that hung on the outside wall. The front room was only used to weddings funerals etc. During the 1970s the council built a car park in front of her house, which I am assuming is the Wagon Yard Car Park. As a child we used to walk along past a big house with a very high red brick wall and as far as I can remember there was a brook/river alonside the path and fields. Apparently on the red brick wall of the big house are the names of all my nan's family as each one of them etched into it when they were kids, this would have been in the early 1900s. If anyone has any information on the Wills family I would very much appreciate it. Last edited: 09/06/2008 10:39 by First Name Last Name |
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Clare Park School
I am Leslie Harlan Bourgoin, and I remember changing at the Farnham train station each morning to board the school coach bound for Clare Park. My sister Mary Lynn and I were American girls who lived in Farnborough in the early 1960's while our father was a USAF exchange officer there. My parents were Gene and Jean Harlan. We attended Clare Park as day girls and loved to go into Farnham with our parents to visit the shops. I was friends with Wendy Monday who lived in Farnham. Our family friends were Bernard and Marjorie Lawley. I now live in Seattle and will be in the UK in October of 2008. I would love to contact CPark girls. Posted: 09/05/2008 00:30 by Leslie Harlan Bourgoin |
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![]() Farnham, the Colonnade 1936 (ref: 87793) |
Year: 1981
Best years of my life
In the early 1980s I lived in Farnham as a student and lodged with a family in the town. I have very fond memories of those days and they really were the best days of my life. When I left to return to Wales part of me stayed there and when I hear music from the period memories of Farnham come flooding back if I was only just there yesterday. Last edited: 04/05/2008 20:15 by William Tsui |
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![]() Farnham, the Colonnade 1936 (ref: 87793) |
Lived in Farnham 1957-1975 Daughter of Terry and Bonnie Hunt
I was bought up in Farnham, attended Clare Park in Crondall and then Weydon School, went to College at Brookwood. My parents were Terry and Bonnie Hunt, we lived at 37 Firgrove Hill, there were 4 of us kids, Tan, Kitt, Dody and Monty. I have many good memories of Farnham and area. Mom started up the youth club next to what became the Redgrave Theatre, Us kids helped clean up the Maltings buildings. My parents were friends of the Elphicks, Kirks, Jayes, used the Spotted Cow as a local. Posted: 30/09/2007 20:10 by Kitt Ray |
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![]() Farnham, the Colonnade 1936 (ref: 87793) |
Year: 1941
Buy my Lily of the Valley.
On one day of the year, through the forties and probably the fifties, my grandmother Ethel Glazier, would pick all the lily of the valley she had, in a square bed about three foot square, in her back garden in Rowledge. She would bind them into small bunches, with leaves around, and tie them carefully with thread. They would sit in a bowl of water on the flagged floor of her larder overnight. She would be on the first bus from the village in the morning, and sit in the Castle Street end of this Colonade, selling the bunches from a basket. She would be home in time for the midday meal, with a pocket ful of cash, and a treat of fish heads for the cat (patriotically called Monty). My grandmother was a most respectable woman, and this was totally out of character, but I think she just liked to disprove my grandfather's maxim "you can't eat flowers!" Last edited: 18/07/2006 16:34 by Raela Croft |
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